"How foolish, trying to defend ten fronts at once!"
The fighting had gone on for a full ten days, yet the path chosen by the Moy Union had exceeded everyone's expectations.
Rather than blocking off some of the currents as the Allied Command Staff had predicted, concentrating their forces to defend several of the narrowest current passages, they had instead split their forces across ten locations and defended every outward passage simultaneously.
According to information from the front lines over the past few days, no enemy reserve fleets had been detected behind any of the current defenses. Moreover, every warship lost along those defensive lines was one fewer they had, with no reserves whatsoever to replenish them.
The attrition of the past ten days had cost nearly a tenth of the combat strength on each of their defensive lines.
But upon closer thought, there was nothing particularly surprising about that.
After all, with ten defensive lines being held at once, coupled with the warships lost in the previous battle at the Milse Supercluster, it was already no easy task for the Moy Union to scrape together the fleets stationed on those lines. Reserve forces? Heh!
Bonifacio could not help but sneer.
"Commander Bonifacio, the latest report from the front lines: the Moy Union fleets have begun to withdraw!"
"Oh? I thought they would hold out for at least a month. They lost their nerve after just ten days?"
Mocking them as he spoke, Bonifacio pulled up tactical footage from every front-line sector, but soon frowned.
Logically, if they truly intended to withdraw, they should have done as they had in the Milse Supercluster—concentrated their firepower to destroy all the Allied forces' Hyperspace Interference Devices, then used Hyperspace Navigation to escape, preventing the Allied forces from pursuing them for a short